Babysitter from Hell (Truly my childhood)

Sixteen, six feet, with a crooked grin Images of him buried deep within More than willing to help his neighbor Watching for me was hardly a favor Slave to his want, desire, need Emotions went numb, forgetting to breathe Learned not to cry, or feel my anguish Guilt crept up, Guilt I can't vanquish My dreams I see his deep brown eyes I see them in others, they darken the skies The feel of rough hands makes me quiver After each night I'd lie awake and shiver Age 5, the world still foreign to me He'd taken my trust, strength, my dignity Unable to love or trust the "right" way I feel my whole life going astray The pain can be hidden so very well By building a wall 'round my memories from Hell Inside that wall, lie pieces of me Pieces I wish that others could see Someone Somewhere can understand I need that person to just hold my hand Talk me through the worst of my nights I just wish to be happy with me and my life